Every year around this time, we're reminded of what we're thankful of. I think it goes without saying that I most thankful that I wasn't born an autistic fuck like Chris. I actually told my mother I was happy she gave birth to me and that I wasn't an autistic man child. Remember to give thanks to the people who mean the most.
In high school, we were discussing a poem and I remember my teacher said to not just focus on what the author writes, but also what the author doesn't write.
This is quite relevant here. Chris wishes a happy thanksgiving, which is a time to give thanks with family and friends over a delicious meal. But he doesn't show any family, friends or a delicious meal. It's the absence of all these things that makes this an interesting post.